She knew it!
She knew it was her period that had made her such a weak bitch, that she had cried and craved Vihaan.
She should have known better. After all, this was what had been happening for months.
And yet, every time it happened, she would weaken so much that she felt as if she would die without him.
And yet, she survived every time.
And perhaps, that was what life was.
No matter how much you thought you were going to die, you wouldn't be able to take your last breath until it was actually your time to take it.
Taking a long breath, she lay down on the bed, trying to sleep, when her phone rang.
"Hi," she immediately answered.
"Helooo, beautifool!" came the cheerful voice of Vansh, and Shana almost smiled.
At least something was still the same in her life.
The bond between Vansh and her was the same—in fact, it had become even closer.
And she was still his beautifool.
"What's up?" Vansh asked.
"Nothing. Just trying to sleep."
